Deleted Member Posted July 21, 2020 Posted July 21, 2020 Mashed potato and chocolate. A sweet shop, rows of tubs, jars and containers full to the brim of exotic looking delicacies. Many exotic colours and smells, some known, others not but all catching the eye yet none gripping the soul. Many hours spent in the shop seeking the perfect flavour yet none the flavour that is truly sought, none giving full satisfaction in the way that is truly craved, the need for the perfect sweet never fully answered yet an instinct to know somewhere within, that perfect flavour must exist. The owner upon noticing the same customer day after day browsing, tasting yet never purchasing the same more than once invites the customer through a door never seen before but a door that is obvious once the invitation is placed. A warehouse through the door and a sight to behold, like a shot from a Hollywood movie, the shop now looking like a matchbox, insignificant in compare.. Racking as high as can be seen, so far into the distance as to be endless to the human eye, fading Into a grey haze. A huge warehouse filled, nay rammed with tub after tub of even more exotic sweets. So many it would take 10 lives to see them all, to taste them all and even then many many more never to be seen, never to be tasted. Year after year the search can go, trying all the time to find that perfect sweet with a flavour to sate the hunger.. Many different names on the tubs, some understood some not yet all of equal value, all of equal importance. None better than the other as sweets just like anything else can be beauty on the pallet of one, yet foul on the pallet of another. Much time spent looking, sniffing each container, wondering of the flavour yet week after week, year after year the search can continue. Strange names on the tubs and as the search for the perfect flavour continues so does the fascination with this endless warehouse and the delights it offers. Some tubs grouped together as if of the same flavour but always the slightest of difference, some alone on the racks, isolated from the others but none less than the others. Each having it's own spot on the racks, yet the racks are endless and so can be the search. Some who browse the warehouse sadly never find the flavour they seek, they may try a few different ones as the years roll by but fate preventing them from the perfect sweet. Some however who fate seems to smile upon with patience and perseverance may stumble upon the perfect sweet, the ultimate delicacy and for them for now at least, the search is done, the flavour found. Some may find flavours many others enjoy, pecan and milk chocolate, yet some may find a treat of a different taste, mashed potato and chocolate. An unusual flavour to be sure but a flavour that maybe just maybe one who searches actually seeks. A lifetime trying the standard flavours yet the hunger always remains. No, mashed potato and chocolate may not be a flavour for all yet a flavour it remains, a strange flavour as most are in this hidden warehouse, the one behind the hidden but fully seen door. Strange flavours from wall to wall, ceiling to floor and as far as the eye can see yet each one as Individual as it is, for one who seeks, one with patience and perseverance the most perfect of flavours. As the infinite flavours sit there week after week, waiting patiently to be found the strangest of things does occer. Each and every one individual and unique in it's own special way. Every one a different flavour and taste yet at the same time, each and every tub become mashed potato and chocolate.
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